How Many MC's?

I've been listening to Black Moon lately. Coincidentally, I saw Buckshot perform at an outdoor show in the Prospect Park bandshell a few weeks ago. I never listened to the group much when they came out in the early nineties, even though a lot my friends seemed to love them.

Today I did a search on the Web for the lyrics to "How Many MC's?" and the lyrics all showed up with incorrect verses. One of the sites allowed the user to correct the lyrics, so here's my version below. Though I luckily happen to have a bonus acapella edition of the song which allows Buckshot's voice to be heard with crystal clearness, a couple of lines are really hard to decipher, like the "Can predata etcetera, yeah right" line. Hell, sometimes a rapper will just make up any words to fit into the bar of a verse. Anyhow, the closest draft is what I could come up with below.

For you music headz, the main music sample is from Grover Washington, Jr.'s "Hydra", and the scratched sample in the chorus is taken from Boogie Down Productions "My Philosophy".

Black Moon
"How Many MC's?"
from "Enta da Stage"
Nervous Records/©1993


I'm takin' ya back come follow me
on a journey to see a for real MC
the mind tricks the body
body thinks the mind is crazy
whatever's lazy
when I get the flow I'm Swayze
I break, you take
whatever type of shit that nigga Buckshot make
the incredible lyrical and original
You can kill a bull if you wanna take a pull
Whatever I see I attack
Fuck off the back black/nigga fuck that
The devil lurks and my heart irks for the hell
Look into the eyes of a nigga who fell
I hit my head on the concrete to beat defeat
(gunshot)Another dead nigga in the street
Bullseye, direct hit dont miss..
but how many MC's must get dissed?

Chorus

I can break it down like whatever you want
you want it like this?
I hit, you miss, but you'll get dizz'd when I piss
Mis-tah Buckshot rockin' out quick
Bitch, get off my dick
I rope 'em up and boot 'em up, then shoot 'em up
Whatever
I'm clever cuz I wear my leather in the winter
I enta da stage, nigga cock ya gauge
I bust 'em off sumpin' awful
and then I leave the stage
I'm just a crazy maniac murdera', murder-type thinkin'
ya shittin', ya ass thinkin' I see ya blinkin'
I wet him, then forget him, never should've met him
But he was talkin shit to my man
so I had to get 'im
Yep..you can get the fist
Whatever..
but how many MC's must get dissed?

Chorus

I got a nigga on scope through the eye of a needle
but they had the nigga buckin' 'em like it's illegal
Pain as a nigga rain, I'm goin' insane
pound after pound I come stomp on ya brain
Pick up the boot better be jetty wit' the loot
don't try to walk wit' a switch bitch like your cute
You just gettin' me stick my dick and ride on the regular
Can predata etcetera yeah right
so fuck what you heard, it's about gettin' blipped
In nineteen-ninety-three motherfuckers get dissed!

---H